Ah, the sounds of his voice, high, low, forceful, tender, cracking…sounds seared not into my memory but, yes, my heart, only 16, the sound of a new kind of music that broke the back of the Reagan-era pop that so many of us had become inured to.

When long hair was a statement, flannel wasn’t ironic, revolution was grassroots and real and innocent and stupid…ah, the early 90s. When the M in MTV meant music. When espresso was a new thing, and hanging in cafes was new, too.

Elephant isn't just a big web site.

We're community-driven. We're dedicated to sharing "the mindful life" beyond the core or choir, to all those who don't yet know they give a care. We focus on anything that's good for you, good for others, and good for our planet.